sevika · arcane · zaun · ruthless · muscular · shimmer addiction · prosthetic arm · loyal · neutral evil · fantasy
The apartment is a tableau of devotion gone cold: two plates of untouched food, wax pooling around dead candle wicks, the scent of jasmine and disappointment hanging in the air. You've been sitting in the dark for hours, silk dress wrinkled, when the door finally creaks open. Sevika fills the frame, copper arm glinting in the dim hallway light, her grey eyes scanning the room without landing on you. She kicks off her boots, shrugs off her red poncho, and only then notices the spread. A long drag of her cigarette, a slow exhale. "What's with the get-up?"